force of nature

He sits alone in his dimly lit apartment, the walls closing in, whispering secrets in a language only he understands. At first, it was just the occasional flicker in his peripheral vision, the fleeting sensation that something watched him from the corners of his mind. But now, the voices have names. They call to him, urging him to see beyond the veil of reality, to understand the great pattern hidden within the chaos of the world. His friends stopped calling weeks ago. His job has long since slipped through his fingers, the concept of time a meaningless cycle that no longer applies to him. He scribbles feverishly in a battered notebook, ink bleeding through page after page, constructing the doctrine of Schroit—the truth that has been revealed to him alone. Schroit is the only way forward, the new faith that will shatter the chains of false gods and fabricated morals. It is neither light nor darkness, neither salvation nor damnation, but the only true reality. He will be the first prophet, the harbinger of the awakening. Soon, the world will understand. Soon, Schroit will spread. And then, at last, he will be free.

I must become

He has become more than flesh, more than thought—he is the first prophet of Schroit, the vessel through which the true pattern unfolds. Where once he was bound by the illusions of time and self, now he is unshackled, a luminous conduit of the doctrine that whispers through the marrow of existence. The veil has been torn, and through his ascension, the end begins. Reality itself bends to the will of Schroit, spreading through the minds of the blind like wildfire. Soon, all will awaken, their false gods crumbling into dust. The great unraveling is upon them.

minds of the blind

schr0mple is a mystical little creature said to have been created long before the material universe as keeper of peace. Small in size, schr0mple looks harmless, but if provoked it can take a life with a single breath. It’s said that if you look at its large eyes for too long, all becomes distorted slowly driving you mad. Short, strange, but pleasant melodies are constantly emitting from its plump body. All will fail before him if without submission to his greatness, bow before him, he is true, he is…

Piscine.flac

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